Ouch

I woke up today with a bruise under my chin. How does this happen?

Walk me to the graveyard. Dig up her Bones

You guys almost had to dig up my bones. I was kidnapped yesterday! As cool as it is to live a misfits song, oh man! What a day.

It started off as the worst hangover ever. I love pub crawls!! This was my first and it was fucking wicked!!

HIGHLIGHTS:

- being drunk before 6 o'clock
- yelling "Biology sucks the bag!!" in front of all the bio kids
- eating about 300 slices of pizza
- creating a new club - The BFT club (it's not a gang though, so don't think I left the sticky bandits)
- Dark and Dirty
- sweet o
- kareoke
- not knowing how to spell
- Getting told off at Melon's ......AGAIN!! (By the way, go fuck yourself, really.)
- dancing it up, or flailing it up at the page
- leaving the page alone to go back to melon's
- bucket truck
- 2 o'clock (thank God the bars had finally closed)
- Watching an old friend get totally dissed by his girlfriend
- JR's
- being way to drunk and slow to leave the booth and then missing the cab home
- the second cab with Alison, Tyler, and Taylor?
- Chatting with Alison about how big of a bitch some girls can be (not ourselves though)

and then the rest is a blur. I woke up in my own bed with pj's on though, so I'm guessing I was alright.

So then yesterday, right after leaving the caf for dinner, I was snatched by a van full of Peter's. I was taken away to "Up West" as it is called and promised to see people wearing rubber boots. I saw no fucking boots!

So after an afternoon of hanging out in Ellerslie, PEI, I got to go to a show in Ellerslie, PEI. I was promised to be returned back to Charlottetown by supper time.

Never ever forget: Kidnappers lie.

We only stuck around for Bobby and Peter and Peter's show and then they finally brought me back home. Not without me yelling in front of the extremely young punk rock kids "Where's your fucking rubbers? I was promised rubber boots."

Then I was rushed out of the little club and sent home. More to come later, this post is way too long.

sXe gone drunk

Few things in life have managed to amuse me as much as the title of this post. It's origins - trivia at the wave. Watch out peilocals, it's not cool to be sober anymore.

Ah you straight edged kids. Have you finally caught on that alcohol is a depressant and makes you more emo? Or was that smart? Yes, depression makes you smarter. All that time alone thinking, I guess.

Welcome to the wonderful world of throwing up on your shoes, waking up in ditches, China Garden, and Maid Marions.

I do feel sorry that the drink will not make your straightedge tattoos go away, but at least you'll stop feeding liquor to naive girls at parties and then trying to pick them up with your charm, class, sobriety, and punk rock ideals.

Cheers.

Knives and Forks

So there I was, walking through the hall of the student centre having just finished getting my shot for the next quarter. I find the student centre a little bit on the intimidating side, so I always try to look cool when I'm all by myself. Strutting by, I notice the poster for the Halloween pub. I thought to myself, "Did I just see what I think I did?" So I looked at the poster again and oh fuck yeah, I saw what I thought I did. Being the cool cat that I am I yelled out, "YES!" in totally Full House style.

I am as pleased as a pig in shit. Good job Wave, nice to see that you've finally noticed that Jimmy Swift sucks the fucking bag.

So I went back to the dorms, and while I was walking I heard this girl say, "Yeah well, Hell's Bells (or something along the lines) is way better than Dirty Deeds, but they're ok I guess."

So i says to the missus, "Eat a fucking dick. Dirty Deeds rocks my cock"

So then she starts going all kung fu on my ass and I gave her the stunner and then the crocodiles came and then they started fighting because they are my friends and they are so cool and she eventually loses and they ate her. And then everyone started dancing and it was way cool. Wish you were there don't you?

Scene Slut

I went out to Myron's last night for the first time since August. The last time I was there was for Malgosia's birthday. It totally brought back every reason why I stopped going, but I found so many things hilarious with last night, that I may just have to keep on going back.

Crack up #1 - The Body Suit. How the fuck does one pull this off knowing full-well that body suit = cammel toe?

Crack up #2 - Big rip, big tear, big scareeeeeeeeewwww. That will never ever get old. Not for me anyway.

Crack up #3 - How quickly one can consume a sub while hammered. I feel like one of the Coneheads.

Crack up #4 - Dental dams. Need I say more?

Crack up #5 - Janelle's pep talks. Good job, I think you set him straight!

There must have been other super funny things, but that part of my memory has probably been erased by those fucking commies.

Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on TV somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces
~or~
Too funny

I am having a wicked day. So much humour, so little time.

Ufit 1 - Amber 1. That's right bitches, I did it.

I'll have a junior bacon cheeseburger, Sucka!

Someone got to have Thanksgiving dinner with their family and all I got was this lousy cold.

I feel horrible. I am so sick right now, but thanks to some new medication, I no longer want to spend the whole day in bed. What happened to me? I used to be so crazy...
Other than the cold, I am definately feeling better which is some great fucking news. Like I yelled when Jamie Leger got his diploma this year, "It's about time!" Holy fuck.

Had some great chats with some great friends over the past few days. I love Booker T. So awesome. I think that he's my new idol. Time to replace the Buddah statues and the Bible with a poster of Booker. If someone could find me one with Booker eating something from Wendy's, I would be ever so greatful, Suckas!

Whooo Dog. That was a fun night. Maybe the wet dreams are my body's way of telling me it's time to have sex. Shit.

It wasn't always peaches and cream

up and down, down and up, up and down, down and up. down down down, up, up, up. up and down

no I'm not talking about sex

Who the Fuck Doesn't have Brown Eyes?
~or~
Accepting the Limitations

I thought that I would have a lot to say tonight since I haven't really posted in a while. Sorry if you're disappointed. The week has been a tough one, had a doctor's appointment and all that jazz. Got some new meds, should be a good time. Talked to all my profs, trying to get caught up. It's been both hectic and busy, but I'm enjoying myself.

I applied for a job as a bartender and for one as a server. I really hope that I get a call for an interview because both of the jobs sound like they would be fun and the tips would be great - especially now that I've moved up a cup size ;)

You dance like you're on pills

Boo weekend. It was alright, but I've had better. I keep forgetting that the boys do not live downtown anymore and that I can't just say fuck it and spend my cab fare on booze. Fook mi that makes for a long walk home.